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Let's hear your voice!
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http://vocaroo.com/i/s1ZLzJOk5u2U
Be the Other
(A little poem I wrote last night and posted on fet)
When you are lonely and comforted in the darkness only by the glassen portal; tapping, swiping, hoping with hope that only limitless information inspires, stop.
Stop and disconnect, unplug, unglow. Listen to your breathing, the settling and shifting of your flesh. Become aware of the weight of your arms, the tension, the gentleness and strength of your hands, the delicate wisp of your fingertips.
In your simple warmth, reflect and reject that you are a datapoint in a database in a databox. Be the other. Be the answer. Be the one awake.
It is you their faces have been glowing for: dully, glazed, hour by hour in their own little digital purgatory. The man, the woman, behind the curtain is you.
Forget finding and be somebody fit to be found.
A thousand hearts are rumbling in cacophonous clamor, but your own drumbeat is the dance of desire.
Your life-sized spoon feeds the hearts of those clutching pillows in empty beds; your soft embrace their solace.
Lips purse and pulse to press into yours.
In your presence, loneliness flees away.
When you answer, they no longer have to call.
For you are they one they've been searching for.
You are the other. You are the answer. And with that, you can finally sleep.
Be the Other
(A little poem I wrote last night and posted on fet)
When you are lonely and comforted in the darkness only by the glassen portal; tapping, swiping, hoping with hope that only limitless information inspires, stop.
Stop and disconnect, unplug, unglow. Listen to your breathing, the settling and shifting of your flesh. Become aware of the weight of your arms, the tension, the gentleness and strength of your hands, the delicate wisp of your fingertips.
In your simple warmth, reflect and reject that you are a datapoint in a database in a databox. Be the other. Be the answer. Be the one awake.
It is you their faces have been glowing for: dully, glazed, hour by hour in their own little digital purgatory. The man, the woman, behind the curtain is you.
Forget finding and be somebody fit to be found.
A thousand hearts are rumbling in cacophonous clamor, but your own drumbeat is the dance of desire.
Your life-sized spoon feeds the hearts of those clutching pillows in empty beds; your soft embrace their solace.
Lips purse and pulse to press into yours.
In your presence, loneliness flees away.
When you answer, they no longer have to call.
For you are they one they've been searching for.
You are the other. You are the answer. And with that, you can finally sleep.
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Poe's little know masterpiece
http://vocaroo.com/i/s12OVygFOGqn
Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad pride of intellectuality,
Maintained "the power of words"--denied that ever
A thought arose within the human brain
Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:
And now, as if in mockery of that boast,
Two words--two foreign soft dissyllables--
Italian tones, made only to be murmured
By angels dreaming in the moonlit "dew
That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill,"--
Have stirred from out the abysses of his heart,
Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought,
Richer, far wilder, far diviner visions
Than even the seraph harper, Israfel,
(Who has "the sweetest voice of all God's creatures,")
Could hope to utter. And I! my spells are broken.
The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand.
With thy dear name as text, though hidden by thee,
I cannot write--I cannot speak or think--
Alas, I cannot feel; for 'tis not feeling,
This standing motionless upon the golden
Threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams,
Gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista,
And thrilling as I see, upon the right,
Upon the left, and all the way along,
Amid empurpled vapors, far away
To where the prospect terminates--_thee only_!
http://vocaroo.com/i/s12OVygFOGqn
Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad pride of intellectuality,
Maintained "the power of words"--denied that ever
A thought arose within the human brain
Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:
And now, as if in mockery of that boast,
Two words--two foreign soft dissyllables--
Italian tones, made only to be murmured
By angels dreaming in the moonlit "dew
That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill,"--
Have stirred from out the abysses of his heart,
Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought,
Richer, far wilder, far diviner visions
Than even the seraph harper, Israfel,
(Who has "the sweetest voice of all God's creatures,")
Could hope to utter. And I! my spells are broken.
The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand.
With thy dear name as text, though hidden by thee,
I cannot write--I cannot speak or think--
Alas, I cannot feel; for 'tis not feeling,
This standing motionless upon the golden
Threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams,
Gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista,
And thrilling as I see, upon the right,
Upon the left, and all the way along,
Amid empurpled vapors, far away
To where the prospect terminates--_thee only_!
SmileyGirl
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TL your voice is just ace!! I totally love it ❤
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Lustful_Intentions
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Aww
Thank you!
TL-it really is just a stunning, lovely voice, and sounds like a great start to a Thursday.
TongueLust
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TL-it really is just a stunning, lovely voice, and sounds like a great start to a Thursday.
You guys are making me tingle.
L
Lustful_Intentions
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Aww
Thank you!
You guys are making me tingle.
What can I say? It's a gift
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